my soul with ardor not its own.

In this dialogue, the first speech of Goliath is simple
vaunt. Confident in his huge bulk and strength, he strides
occasionally from side to side while speaking, elevating his
arms and throwing his limbs about as if anxious to display his
powerful sinews and muscular proportions. He speaks very loud,
as if willing to terrify all Israel with his voice.

In this second speech, Goliath partly stoops, half shuts his
eyes like a person endeavouring to discern some diminutive
object, and, after looking intently a short time, suddenly
straightens himself up to his full height, and says
arrogantly: "I see him not."

In his third speech, Goliath maintains the same ground, till,
in the conclusion, he seems, at last, to have perceived David,
and, turning away contemptuously, adds: "I do not war with
boys."

In the latter part of the dialogue, Goliath becomes really
furious, and is in haste to transfix David with his spear;
while David, on the other hand, becomes more calm, collected,
and observant as the critical moment approaches, thus denoting
his firm and unwavering trust in the God of Israel. David
makes but few gestures, but always assumes a reverential
attitude when he mentions the name of God--not puritanical
by any means, but expressive of humble hope and smiling
confidence.

THE WIDOW BEDOTT'S POETRY.

FRANCES M. WHITCHER.

Yes,--he was one o' the best men that ever trod shoe-leather, husband
was, though Miss Jinkins says (she 't was Poll Bingham), _she_ says,
I never found it out till after he died, but that 's the consarndest
lie, that ever was told, though it 's jest a piece with everything
else she says about me. I guess if everybody could see the poitry I
writ to his memory, nobody wouldn 't think I dident set store by him.
Want to hear it? Well, I 'll see if I can say it; it ginerally affects
me wonderfully, seems to harrer up my feelin's; but I'll try. Dident
know I ever writ poitry? How you talk! used to make lots on 't; hain't
so much late years. I remember once when Parson Potter had a bee,
I sent him an amazin' great cheese, and writ a piece o' poitry, and
pasted on top on 't. It says:--

Teach him for to proclaim
Salvation to the folks;
No occasion give for any blame,
Nor wicked people's jokes.

And so it goes on, but I guess I won't stop to say the